In figment of imagination
Dark stark landscape lies before me
Showing its fog rising with the night
Moon-glow like a translucent disk suspended
Hazed over in head
Wondering endless meadows in endless towns
Seeking
The doors open and close as people peer into the night
Sensing...seeing a stranger amongst them
To none am I familiar
None are familiar to me
Casting my cloak tightly around me and
Holding steadfast to my hood
My feet embark onto cobblestones
Hearing my step, I note a city it would seem
Whose harbor grows dim
Candles on the small as dawn approaches
Looking east I catch a glimpse
As sky brightens with a cast ever so slightly of color
Yet the fog has not lifted its evening shroud
I know not where I go, but shall go whence I came
Returning to my starting spot
Alas, the sun must not find me
What seemed endless time in passing this night
Finds me back at base in an instant
Upon the rising of the sun
I am no longer in this space ~ Maggie ~ Penned March 3, 2009 @ 11:00 a.m. EST
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